This Gets a Little Harder Every Time It Happens

Going back to regular programming here on the blog is difficult after writing a post like the one I wrote a few days ago. I am still worked up. Angry. Tired of the ridiculous and ridiculing memes that are circulating on Facebook. Tired of articles circulated as news when, in fact, they are mere opinion pieces lacking any nuance or thoughtfulness.

I can't tell you how often I write up a pointed response only to delete it.

So I scroll on by, biting my tongue. Biting my tongue about the dismissive and patronizing comments about the generation that we're allowing to be murdered in math and English classes across this country.

Then I come here and stare at the blank page wondering what in the world I should write about now. How do I return to regular programming? How can I switch from dead children to fluff and nonsense? How abrupt is that? How jarring?

It's difficult.

That's why you get this post. It's my sorry attempt at a transition from the serious to the seriously unimportant.

I'm sorry I can't do better.

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